I will not write a word on snakes
And care not that no sense this makes
Though sensuously serpentine
It still sends shivers up my spine
With a tongue that masterfully flicks the air
And fangs that catch you unaware
When its poison sinks deep into you
You turn all sorts of shades of blue
Its strike is quick - its venom strong
Its devour, seductive and
Erotically long
Twisting, squeezing
Mouthing you
Never wasting time to chew
Oh no, I'll never speak of this...
I'll speak no words or write of this...
Never will I know its wanton hiss...

Oh God, I've conjured up such bliss

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